CitiesA Poem by ❀ Gabriela ❀"Hustle, bustle, passing through..."
Hustle, bustle, passing through
Busy people, things to do. No time to rest, to stop, or wait Must keep moving, can't be late! Life goes by much too fast Some days, it pays to finish last. © 2013 ❀ Gabriela ❀Author's Note
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